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England's most Reluctant Convert: C. S. Lewis

Ok, so I've decided to take a quick break from Q&A w/ Rebekah Eddy. (Mostly because I'm running low on questions... :)I'm so sorry for not posting on Saturday as is my usual. I had a very close friend of mine get married on that day, so there wasn't a lot of time... (some of my followers know who I'm talking about. :P)I've been working on a book report, actually more a LIFE report on C. S. Lewis, and I thought you all might enjoy reading about his life. So I copied (and pasted) the report for your amusement. :)
﻿﻿So here you are...The Life of C. S. Lewis: England's most Reluctant Convert...

A favorite quote of mine...

...and another. :)

C.
S. Lewis, or Jack as he insisted on being called, was born in Belfast Country
in the year 1898. He was the youngest of two children. Both parents were
considered “bookish” and so Lewis was surrounded by a wide variety of books
from childhood, his mother loving novels, and his father oratory books. Poetry and
nearly all humorous books were also favored.

He
loved both parents, and his one brother. Though they were very different, both
boys loved to draw. A quote from Surprised
by Joy, C. S. Lewis’s Autobiography shows this well: “Our earliest pictures
(and I can remember no time when we were not incessantly drawing) reveal [their
differences]. His [drawings] were of ships and trains and battles; mine, when
not imitated from his, were of what we both called ‘dressed animals’… [H]e had
already called India ‘his country’; Animal Land was mine.” This is just
a picture of what C. S. Lewis’s imagination was going to become in his future
works.

He
looks back on his early, carefree childhood as a sort of heaven, but when he
became old enough to go to school, his happy life suddenly changed, and reality
began: in 1907 he moved with his family into what they called “the New House”.
His brother went away to a boarding school; Lewis had his education begin at
home from a governess whose name was Annie Harper. The next year was one of
solitude for Lewis, and, left to his own devices, he began to read. He read
anything he could get his hands on, and when he got tired of reading, he wrote.

C.
S. Lewis’s mother died of cancer in the year 1908, and it was a terrible loss
for both brothers. Through her death, they grew closer together. His mother
died the same year he began going to a school away from home. In his autobiography,
Lewis declares: “With my mother’s death all settled happiness, all that was
tranquil and reliable, disappeared from my life.”

All
of Lewis’s memories of school were bad: he hated it the moment he started in
1908, and kept on disliking it heartily until it was well over. The funny thing
is, most of his teachers he liked, it was the students he didn’t like. Lewis
liked to be by himself, or with people he knew well enough to talk to about
things in common. School was merely social, so Lewis could only find
contentment in his studies. Some of his feelings towards school days leak into
his books, and all his comments on them are negative. Here’s a quote from The Magician’s Nephew: “In those days,
if you were a boy you had to wear a stiff Eton collar every day, and schools
were usually nastier than now.”

As
for Lewis’s faith, he had none to speak of for a long time. Of course, as a
boy, he had his parents drag him to church once a week, and make him say his
prayers before bed, but when he went to school his faith in God dropped into
almost nothing. In another quote from his autobiography he states: “I maintained
that God did not exist. I was also very angry with God for not existing. I was
equally angry with Him for creating a world.” Such was his belief towards
God for most of his life.

He
entered the army in WWI and was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant in the
Somerset Light Infantry, the XIIIth Foot. He arrived in the front trenches on
his nineteenth birthday (November 1917), and was wounded at Mt. Bernenchon,
near Lillers, in April, 1918. A visit to the hospital was only another opportunity for Lewis to read
more, and this he did with gusto.

However,
although the war was not the best place in the world, Lewis did meet soldiers
who helped pull him towards God again, for, though very reluctantly, Lewis was slowly being pulled towards God
again. It wasn’t until two of his best
friends became Anthropologists that Lewis had a turning point in his life: He
began to doubt and question his Atheist beliefs.

When
he began teaching for the English Faculty, he made two other friends, both
Christians: H. V. V. Dyson, and J. R. R. Tolkien. It’s fascinating that at just
the time when Lewis’s faith in nothing began to weaken, God brought multiple
Christians into his life to continue the work others had begun.

While
teaching English, Lewis was also teaching philosophy, which required him to
search into all religions,
Christianity included. The more he researched it, the more he found that it
made sense. He found “that Christianity itself was very sensible ‘apart from
its Christianity’”. His heart still refused to let go completely. It was “alone in that room in
Magdalen, night after night, feeling, whenever my mind lifted even for a second
from my work, the steady, unrelenting approach of Him whom I so earnestly desired
not to meet. That which I greatly feared had at last come upon me. In the
Trinity Term of 1926, I gave in, and admitted that God was God, and knelt and
prayed: perhaps that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all
England.”

So
it happened that Lewis became a Theist. A Theist, notice, not a Christian, at
least not quite, he still was reluctant in that sense, but he did admit to
there being a Supreme God, and that God was the Creator of the world. He continued
to search, and found only one way: “I was driven to Whipsnade one sunny
morning. When we set out I did not believe that Jesus Christ was the Son of
God, and when we reached the zoo I did.” And then Lewis became a Christian.

His
belief in Christ began with a lot of help from J. R. R. Tolkien, who not only
helped him in his Christian walk, but also, through the friendship of these two
men, Lewis began to find a new interest in writing his own books. At first,
Tolkien scoffed at his work. Alan Jacobs, in his book The Narnian, a biography on Lewis’s life and works, states: “The
sloppiness of Lewis’s books was immensely annoying to Tolkien…and actually
became a cause of significant tension in their friendship.”

Lewis’s
first book, The Pilgrim’s Regress was
a key step in the process of discovering the direction that he would take.
Interestingly, The Pilgrim’s Regress
was his least successful book, and Lewis knew it. Still, it was published in 1933,
just a few years after he became a Christian. So began Lewis’s writing career.

After
writing a volume in the ongoing Oxford
History of English Literature, and the early success of Allegory led the press to publish a
collection of his scholarly essays, Rehabilitations,
he wrote, and later published (in 1938), his first novel: Out of the Silent Planet.

Next,
in 1940, a publisher by the name of Ashley Sampson invited Lewis to write a
book for a series called The Christian
Challenge. Lewis accepted, and the book he wrote became his first work of
apologetics: The Problem of Pain. Because
J. W. Welch, the director of the BBC’s Religious Broadcasting Department, had
been impressed by The Problem of Pain,
he invited Lewis to broadcast some of his ideas on the radio. These radio
broadcasts later were collected as Mere
Christianity.

Almost
immediately after this, in 1941, Lewis published his first truly popular book, The Screwtape Letters.This amazing swiftness on Lewis’s part made
Alan Jacob remark in The Narnian: “He
seemed to have entered his maturity as a Christian and as a thinker overnight
and immediately began putting a set of core ideas into various forms and
genres!” And so it truly seemed.

In
1943 Lewis published the second book of his space trilogy: Perelandra, and then in 1945 he published The Great Divorce, and in 1946 his final book of the space trilogy:
That Hideous Strength.

The
Narnian books were written next from 1950-1956 in this order:

-The
Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (1950)

-Prince
Caspian (1951)

-The
Voyage of the Dawn Treader (1952

-The
Silver Chair (1953)

-The
Horse and His Boy (1954)

-The
Magician’s Nephew (1955)

-The
Last Battle (1956)

These
are only a few of C. S. Lewis’s most famous works. There were many others, but
I hardly have enough room to record all of them as well as the remaining years
of Lewis’s life! However, as an interesting side note, I read in Jacobs’
biography, The Narnian, that during
the period from 1946 to 1955, Lewis wrote and published about 600,000 words of
prose. The Narnian series alone contain more than 400,000 words. This is not
counting any of his letters.

Lewis
first “knew” Joy Gresham, a brand new Jew turned Christian and American writer
and poet, from writing letters back and forth starting in 1950. She asked
questions, he did the best he could to answer them. They met face-to-face for
the first time just two years after her first letter to Lewis. They had lunch
together with one of Joy’s friends that had travelled with her from America to
England, and Warnie, Lewis’s brother. It soon became obvious that Joy loved
Lewis, and that Lewis loved Joy.

Joy
was 42 years old, still not married to Lewis, when she found she had a few cancerous
growths in her body. It was evident that she would probably not live much
longer. However, both Lewis and Joy wanted to be married before she died. There
were complications with this because the Church of England did not allow
remarriage after divorce, and Joy’s husband had divorced her. Lewis was
determined though, and on March 21st, 1957 he married Joy Gresham in
the hospital with the nurses for witnesses and a friend of his, who was a
priest, not only preformed the ceremony, but also laid his hands on Joy,
praying for her to be healed. Lewis was 58 years old.

Lewis
spent three happy years with Joy as his wife and her two sons, Douglas and
David Gresham. Sadly, on October 13th, 1959, Joy underwent the final
check to see if she was free of cancer and she was not. The cancer had
returned. On July 13th, 1960, Joy went to be with her Lord. Lewis became a single parent of two boys, and did fairly well
considering the circumstances.

Douglas
Gresham became a Christian when he was an adult, but David clung to his
mother’s prior Judaism. Thankfully, Lewis had plenty of help with his new sons,
many of his friends agreed to shoulder some of his burden by taking the boys
for a few weeks or days, lightening Lewis’s load, and making it possible for
him to return to his work he had stopped temporarily when he married Joy.

On
July 15th, 1962, Lewis had a severe heart attack, and lapsed into a
coma. It was clear he was dying. And yet, as Lewis knew he was dying, he had
peace and is recorded to have said: “I have done all I wanted to do and I’m
ready to go.”

On
November 22nd, 1963 Lewis died at the age of 64. He
was a great influence on all that knew him. Even now, many years after his
death, his works still live on and keep influencing even more. C. S. Lewis was
a great author, but he was also a great Christian. Even though he was almost
literally dragged into Christianity kicking and screaming, God still used Lewis
to do mighty things for him.

~Rebekah Eddy

Here ends the fascinating life of C. S. Lewis. :( The research was eye-opening, I never realized what C. S. Lewis had to go through during his life. I hope you were all able to learn as much, or more, than I did.

Hi, I'm Rebekah Eddy. Welcome to my blog. Let me tell you a little about myself...I'm a Christian, homeschooled young lady, and the daughter of the senior pastor of Manchester Community Church. I come from a family of twelve people, yes that means I have nine siblings, and yes I love them all! :) I love music, writing (duh), and reading as well as having a hobby of making jewelry. I am a sinner, saved by grace. My passion is to follow my Savior, Jesus Christ, with all my heart, soul, and mind. All my writing is to His glory. God bless! :D